The Lyon's Cub Caitlin (Lyon The Next Generation 1)

I was a little surprised to find her wet and only then realized that her nipples were poking into my thigh. The fuck! She… I wasn’t dumb enough to ask her if she’d enjoyed getting her ass spanked, but I was about to find out.

My plan was to finger fuck her instead of giving her my tongue as part of her punishment since I know how much she’s grown to love that shit, but when I slid my finger into a wet pool of hot pussy I knew shit was about to backfire on my ass.

Now, I wasn’t necessarily looking to hurt Caitlin with a spanking, I just wanted to shake her little ass up a bit so she’d come to her senses, but the fact that she’d actually enjoyed that shit had all kinds of thoughts going through my head. I was already in the store buying whips and chains for fun time, in my head anyway.

She did one of those sneak lifts when I fucked my finger into her. Where she barely raised her ass higher to give me easier access to her now seeping cunt. I barely restrained myself from calling her out on her shit. What had the tears been about?

I pulled my finger out of her snatch to see what she’d do and her whole body went tight as a bow. She looked back at the sucking sounds I made when I stuck my finger into my mouth and licked it clean of her cunt juice.

Her bottom lip was already hanging in that way I’d noticed it does when she’s getting close. And that shit planted a fucked up idea in my newly warped mind. “Turn around.” She rushed to obey and I noticed that ass went just a fraction of an inch higher. Almost like she was trying to remind me of what I’d been doing.

This time I eased not one but two fingers inside her weeping cunt and swear to fuck she moaned and her body went damn near limp. I looked down at her perfect ass with my cock growing longer in my pants as I worked my fingers inside her.

She felt my cock hardening beneath her and pressed her stomach down harder against it, before she wiggled her short ass into position so that that hard lump could hit her just where she needed it most. Now she was getting it from both sides. My cock pressing into her pussy, most likely her clit, while my fingers fucked into her nice and deep.

I didn’t say shit to her about that move she’d just made, as if she’d forgotten I was even there. I just carried on finger fucking her, staying in tune with her body while rubbing my cock harder into her clit for some much needed relief for myself.

And just as her legs grew taut and her whole body tensed up for the grand finale I pulled my fingers out of her and lifted her off my lap. She looked dazed and confused for the first few seconds but it didn’t take my bright girl long to figure out what had just happened to her when I picked her discarded panties up off the floor and passed them to her.

She looked furiously close to tears, like she wanted to knock the fuck outta me, so I knew it worked. “Come let me take you home.”

“But we have more than an hour left.” She was all but pleading now and the way she rubbed her thighs together after pulling her panties back in place was a dead giveaway. “No! I’m not rewarding you for bad behavior. Now you go home and think about what you said and how you’d feel if I said that shit to you.”

“I’m not a child.”

“So don’t act like one in the future and this wouldn’t happen to you again.” She damn near had a full-blown tantrum right there on the couch. She pounded her fists into the cushions, buried her face in them and screamed as she kicked her feet, everything. “Get your face out of that couch it’s dirty.”

I kept my voice level and calm which seemed to be an affront to her and she flung herself off the couch and headed for the door leading to the garage and stood there waiting, refusing to even look at me now.

I took my sweet time getting myself together and washing her scent off my hand before going back to her. I wanted to hold her, her hand at least, but I didn’t, not if I wanted to get it through to her thick head that I was serious about this shit.

I didn’t say shit to her as I drove around the corner to her house, not until we pulled into the driveway and she stepped out of the Ranger without me walking around to open the door for her this time.